I didn't really feel like going. It had already been a long day . . . Bu-ut despite my head getting a bit muddled with reading and hearing varying opinions of N/A in general, I know I'm getting something good from going there. If I wasn't so sure, maybe I wouldn't have gone. But I am sure. So I went. Simple.
It was good. I felt stronger and more positive on my way home than I did on my way there . . . What more can I ask. What more can I say.
Obviously not a lot, as that last paragraph was written about half an hour ago now. So I might as well do a general update then call this post "an update".
I have an assessment appointment on Monday with the surgeon who thinks he's going to remove my top teeth. I will go ahead and allow him to assess . . . But then I will
I've upped my "lose the extra weight, build some good muscle and get fit" game. As I use this blog as a diary of sorts, I'll make a note of where I started, where I am now . . . and then do weekly updates for
I have reduced from one or two bags of Heroin a day/night, to one a week. Not a planned one a week. An accidental one a week . . . OK, of course I know no-one takes Heroin by accident. I mean I don't set out on that day to use. I'm not even sure why one day has to be different to the other six days of the week . . . . But I will find out. I dare say it has something to do with me thinking that I know best . . . When I so obviously don't. But, as they say, Rome wasn't . . .
Sur Ren Dur. (Dur!)
So . . . from where I'm perched at the minute, on the bottom of the bed, I'd say it's mostly looking good. Including the bed . . . Goodnight all you good folk. Sweet days and dreams be yours and mine.